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we go to tha beach and walk through the sand i throw alittle in your face and say im justplayin as you spit it all out, i rub your back, and grab your underwear and WEDGE IT UP YOUR ASS CRACK!!~~~laughter and applause~~~HOST: well it sounds like contestant number 2 is just overflowing with sensitivity, Sharon its a tough choice so far, sharon lets haveyour last question and seewhos gonna have the rights to your neden.other subject matter seems to include rape and stuff about magicians and going to the carnival.i guess the target audience is for people who like mc instruments are really cheap sounding and the vocals are either hoarse and raspy or high pitched and snotty.Wearing demented clown makeup, their legions of fans assuming an identity as Juggalos, the Insane Clown Posse (ICP), a cartoonish KISS-by-way-of-GWAR rap duo created by Detroit natives Joseph Bruce and Joseph Utsler, better known as Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope, had become the folk devils du jour, with everyone from Bill O’Reilly to indignant music critics complaining about the violence and misogyny in their lyrics. By track three of , their major-label debut and defining album, the ICP had already “fucked three fat bitches,” by their own account.Bodies fell, sometimes decapitated, sometimes blasted by gunfire, as when Violent J encountered a hostile sheriff in “Piggy Pie.” “I grabbed a shotgun/and blew his fuckin’ tongue out the back of his cranium,” our narrator proudly recounts.i mean who would have thought the youth would latch onto duran duran more than the stones!well this album features two black men singing mostly about murder and cussing more than id like them to.
SHARON: i like a man whos not afraid to show his true emotions a man who expresses himself in his own special way number 2, ifu fell in love with me,exactly how would you let me know?
but i doubt it id probably just show upnakedlike i always do and look your mama in the eye and tell her FUCK YOU!
hurry up bitch im hungry i smell spaghetti, i pinch herloopy ass and tell her get the foodready your dad would probably start trippin, and get me pissed, id have to walk up and bust him in the fuckin lips! were hearin grace from yourmother i pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother im steady starin at your sister, ill tell ya this, ya know for only 13 SHEGOT SOME BIG TITS!
Whit grew up in the Midwest and probably would’ve been a Juggalo if he hadn’t gone to grad school (joke).
But a few years ago, my partner, Whitney Strub and I became fascinated enough by the group and the discourse around it that we bought several albums, went to see them when they played Philly, and proposed a book about their album for the 33 1/3 series. My dissertation and forthcoming book examine whiteness, masculinity and race and, in one chapter, analyzes the ICP’s much more successful competition in the white boy Detroit rap game, Eminem.